*Jack's POV*

This is stupid! Alex was in Los Angeles and I was laying on my bed. Dad was busy. I was still living with him, ever since my mom died. I didn't wanna leave him, besides, we get along very well. He always understood me and was really supportive, expecially after I came out. He was the first person I told. He just gave me a big hug and said that as long as I'm happy, he'll be happy. And if that means me liking guys, so be it. I really love him, I couldn't wish for a better parent.

Alex opened up to me when we were talking about our high school experiences but I had a hunch he was hiding something. I would be the last person to judge if he told me, but I don't know. I was nervous when he was around, because I was afraid of love. My ex boyfriend messed me up badly. But I told Alex some things I don't really share with just anyone. So that counts, right?

I was in a relationship for 3 years and I loved the guy more than anything in this fucked up world. I gave him all I could, but it still wasn't enough. He found someone else, cheated on me with the guy and just to make things worse, he told me he never loved me.

I wanted to share that with Alex, but I didn't want him to pitty me. That's what people usually do. It was way to early to talk about ex boyfriends and all. Maybe the hunch I have is just a story about his ex or something he won't tell me… yet. I hope.

When I first saw Alex that evening I was very intrigued. His charm outshone everyone there and his beautiful hazel eyes had a little spark in them when he introduced himself. And that adorable little smirk I can't forget. My dad knew what kind of guys I like, that's why he joked about not getting drunk and running off. Lol. Eh, my dad is hilarious.

I looked at my alarm clock, it was 9pm. I didn't even feel like going out. Zack was helping his brother with a science project and Rian took Cass to dinner and a movie. I missed Alex like crazy. I was a little sleepy, so I made myself some hot chocolate and put in a Home Alone DVD. I think I dozed off an hour later.

I woke up at 10am, got up and straight to the shower. I had a guitar lesson at our crib at noon which was just enough for me to wash my hair in peace and grab a bite and cup of coffee on my way there. Why didn't my alarm go off? The alarm clock is probably broken because it fell on the floor way too many times. I checked my cellphone before going to the bathroom and saw Alex's text. It said: Hey, I'm fine. So is my friend, stuff got a little messy but I'll be home soon. I wanna talk to you about something, see you.

Talk to me about what? Paranoia much... Well, all I can do is wait for him to return.
I washed my hair, blow-dried it and put a beanie on because I felt like it. I knew I would catch myself thinking about this thing, Alex has to talk to me about, quite a few times today. I took my acoustic baby and left. I wasn't even hungry so I just stopped by at Starbucks to get some coffee.

I had a lesson with Chris. He's 15 and he's a lead singer in his band. He's pretty good actually and the girls love him too. I was at their gig once and all the girls were screaming his name and holding up signs with hearts and stars and stuff like that.

After he left I stayed at the crib and took a paper out of the drawer. It was Therapy, a song Alex wrote. I played the chords on my guitar and sang along.

I wonder what he was doing, was he thinking about me like I was about him? I would do anything to snuggle up his neck right now and enjoy the scent of his cologne. He always smelled so nice.

Oh god, I was weak at the knees and in love, I think…

Notes

So I decided to put Jack's point of view in the story, hope you like it :)

This will maybe happen again sometime, let me know what you think and I'd like to thank everyone for reading and subscribing :*

You are the biggest inspiration, because I usually stop writing after two pages, and this is really great.

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